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[burnedwolf]

[Peter smirks as he opened the door for Stiles.]

A little early, don't you? [He teases and opens the door wider for him.] Come on in. You're lucky, the food's ready.

[Peter's been in Beacon Hills for a few weeks now, but his apartment was presentable only a few days. Since he preferred to stay for a long time this time he decided to renovate one. And of course they didn't really celebrate their reunion with Stiles yet. 

So Peter also aimed this night to be a celebration and a date. And something else. But Stiles will know in time.]

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[burnedwolf]

[Peter kisses all the moans and breaths and his name off Stiles' lips, wanting it all.

He finally dares to moves his hands to grab onto Stiles' thighs for leverage for his powerful thrusts. The more he wants to feel Stiles the more forceful he gets. He thought it will be better when he's inside, but it's worse in the best way.

The boy's scent is making him go crazy and when he says his name like that... it punches all the air out of Peter's lungs and he already had trouble breathing.]

Tell me you're mine, Stiles. [He moans over a strong roll of his hips.] Tell me...

[causticly]

[ Stiles cries out, the sound pleasured as he rolls his hips into Peter's, meeting each hard thrust as he clings to the wolf.

And when Peter asks, there's no hesitation or lie in his voice, nothing but pleasure and need and want, nothing but the truth of his affection and longing. ]

I'm- aah- I'm yours, all yours. Just- hnng- just yours.

[burnedwolf]

[Peter barely can breathe, yet he leans in again to kiss Stiles. The body under him, his mate's body, feels perfect against him, meeting his with with an obscene sound. Their scent is already mixed and filling the room and Peter's drowning in it.]

That's right. Mine... and mine only to take. [He moans, feeling close already and yet barely having enough. But he can't stop. Not now.] Stiles... [He pants hard, his pace becoming erratic as he's trying to take more and more, yet nearing his end.]

[causticly]

[ The pace is a punishing one and he knows he'll bruise from the force of Peter's thrusts, but he loves it- needs and enjoys it. Knowing that he'll wear Peter's marks for days, smell like him for longer. It flips a switch in him and he knows that this is all he wants. Peter by his side, in his bed, forever. ]

Peter, aah, Peter please... [ Stiles himself is close, feeling the heat and pressure building up inside of him fast, aching between them as he matches each thrust, sweat glistening his body. ]

[burnedwolf]

Yes, yes... [Peter grabs onto Stiles' hips as he feels his peak. His claws pierce the skin as he thrusts into him more to reach his orgasm. He presses his nose against Stiles' neck, breathing him in as he's claiming him with wild, uneven thrusts that are guided by pure instincts. He comes hard and long and plenty, moaning loudly from pleasure and satisfaction.]

[causticly]

[ The sharp spike of pain he felt when Peter's claws prick into him is what sends him over the edge. He cries out, pleasure shooting across his stomach as he comes, body arching up against Peter's as his own thrusts become fast and erratic, riding the climax of his orgasm. His hands scrabble and clutch at the man wildly, nails digging into his warm skin as Stiles gasps and shudders under him. ]

[burnedwolf]

[Peter still keeps his grasp on Stiles, and doesn't move, just breathes and trying to come off his high. His head isn't buzzing anymore with the claiming urge of the wolf and it makes it a bit easier.

When he finally can move he just tilts his head and kisses into Stiles' neck, slowly moving up to his lips.]

[causticly]

[ Stiles is still panting, shaking, when Peter's mouth reaches his own, the teen pressing into it and gasping into the man's mouth as he too tries to calm down from the most intense orgasm he's had in a good long while. His hands loosen, though, and move soothingly up and down along the wolf's back. ]

[burnedwolf]

[Peter moves his hand to stroke Stiles' face, then smooth back his hair from his forehead, kissing him gently. He almost lost control with this boy, damn it, but it was intense and terribly good.]

Are you alright? [He asks, his now blue eyes seeking Stiles'.]

[causticly]

[ Stiles smiles tiredly up at Peter, the expression fond and... loving. Yeah, fuck, he loves Peter. It's a realization that takes his breath away, something he's been heading toward for a long time, he thinks. ]

Yeah, I'm okay. [ There's not a blip in his heartbeat when he speaks, because it's true, he's not hurt. Well, not in any way that scares him or causes him immense pain. ]

A little bruised maybe, but nothing I didn't want.

[burnedwolf]

[Peter chuckles a little breathless and tilts his head to kiss Stiles' forehead just as fondly. He likes that expression the boy has, and maybe scares him a little.]

Good. Those bruises will be pretty. [He remarks in a hoarse voice.] Just tell me if it hurts and I will kiss it better.

[causticly]

[ Stiles smirks a little at that, brows waggling a bit. ]

I can think of a couple places you can kiss better.



(ooc: Sorry for the late reply! D: Many hours, much work. )

[burnedwolf]

[Peter chuckles softly, shaking his head a little.]

Tell me then.

((ooc: oh no it's fine! And Christmas fever got me too, so... Merry Christmas! :D/))

[causticly]

(ooc: Sorry this is so ridiculously late! I had a wedding to go to after christmas and when I got back I had to go right back to work and wound up picking up a bunch of hours because of new years and a few people quitting -sob-. I've been so tired I just go to bed or take a nap when I got home.)


[ Stiles grins a little at that and goes right into telling Peter all the places he can kiss him.]

Where there's right here, obviously. [ He traces his fingers over his own plump lips, then trails them down along his neck, tilting his head back to expose the long expanse of it to his Alpha and mate. ] And definitely here.

[ Stiles then lets his hands drop to his hips which are, actually, a little sore and certainly wouldn't mind some attention there. ] Kinda little sore here too...

[ His grin turns teasing and he waggles his brows even though his cheeks flush just a little with his next words. ] And, well, the sex was pretty rough- awesome of course- but still...

[burnedwolf]

((ooc: no prob, I'm ok with backtagging! And it's better to rest, especially after too much work. :( ))

[Peter follows Stiles' fingers, showing him all the places he should kiss better. He chuckles fondly at the blush.]

So, if I understand right... [He starts slowly, his fingers doing lazy circles on Stiles' chest.] You basically want a second round? [He teases and leans his head down to kiss Stiles' lips better, caressing it with his lips then going lower. He's not biting, just kissing gently and stroking the boy's warm skin with his lips.]

[causticly]

[ Stiles' grin is a little sly. ] Well, since you mentioned it... give me about ten minutes and I'll be ready to go.



(ooc: do you want to continue or move on to something else since its been awhile? I'm good with either one!)